moon watch boy

It was already night when Hashimoto woke up, maybe because of the performance of their junior high school students in today's shuffle, the coaches did not arrange any more training in the afternoon, Guanyue and Yukimura stayed by until he woke up, under Hashimoto's insistence Next, they sent the person back to the dormitory.

Seeing his sleepy look, Guanyue reached out to tuck the quilt for him, and persuaded him, "Don't think about the game anymore. The most important thing for you now is to have a good rest. I left the medicinal wine to Yukimura. Please ask him and Shiraishi to help you with the medicine, Atobu has something to ask me, I will come to see you later."

Hashimoto listened with his eyes downcast, his eyes fell on the tennis bag opposite, his hands gripping the quilt slightly, the emotions in his eyes were dim and hard to discern, then he closed his eyes, reminiscing about the feelings that game brought him, When he noticed that Guanyue's hand brushed his hair, he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Guanyue, and said in a slightly lower voice, "Thank you, manager."

Looking at his expression, Guanyue knows that Hashimoto needs time to think about today's game. After all, this game is the strongest opponent he has encountered in a long time, and he lost so badly. It must be somewhat unacceptable in his heart. Yue sighed slightly, and left the 201 dormitory after begging Shiraishi and Fuji again.

After he had a short meeting with Atobu, Guanyue went back to the dormitory, changed his clothes, took a racket, and planned to go to the court to practice for a while. By the way, he thought about what he should do in the next training, how to improve his strength and stay at last.

Lian Er saw that Guan Yue came out and changed into his training clothes, so he knew he was going out, glanced at the dark sky outside the window, and asked, "Are you still practicing at this late hour?"

"Well, I want to go out quietly. If Yuta or Chiya come to me later, please tell me that I am not in the dormitory. If there is something else, you can ask them to go to Fuji and Yukimura first." Guanyue nodded and said, looking Holding the two rackets in the bag, he stretched out his hand to take a white racket, looked at the other navy blue racket, paused for a moment, let go of his hand and picked up the navy blue racket.

Lian Er nodded in response and continued to look at her notebook. As soon as Guan Yue walked to the door, she watched Qian Shi come back with the others. Seeing his surprised look, she said softly, "I'm back."

"Yeah, are you going out?" Qianshi asked looking at the beat in his hand, Guanyue nodded and saw him walking around him to the dormitory, but he still didn't forget to say to him, "Mr. Guanyue, please help me." Wait for me, and I will go with you too."

"Hmm, Mr. Qian Shi, don't worry, I'll wait for you."

The original one-person training instantly turned into two people, Guanyue had to postpone the arrangement, and Qianshi asked Guanyue to come to a practice match with him.

Guan Yue also agreed, and in the end, the two had a match at the training ground not far from the dormitory. The sound of hitting the ball was very special at night.

"I wanted to play with Guanyue-jun before, and now I finally have the chance." Qianshi said while paying attention to the tennis ball, his tone was a little excited, he had wanted to do this since the last selection match.

"Since Mr. Qian Shi wants to play with me so much, how about we have a fun game?" Guan Yue narrowed his eyes and looked at the swiftly flying tennis ball, tapped his toes on the ground, and quickly flashed to the tennis ball with an elegant figure. With a slight twist of his wrist, he easily caught Qianshi's serve.

"Then I won't be polite." Seeing that Guanyue took the initiative to provoke the attack, Qianshi said with a smile, jumped up, raised the racket in his hand, and slammed it down on the tennis ball in mid-air.

boom!

The ferocious smash is also an angle that Guanyue chose to accept.

"Nice smash, but I've seen through your stats."

Guanyue smiled slightly, with a gleam in her eyes, she turned around directly, bent her legs slightly, and spread her arms lightly. With a bang, he counterattacked instantly.

"Really? Then you underestimated me~" Qianshi looked at his counterattack, bullied himself up and chased the falling ball, but he wasn't serious yet.

boom!boom!

boom!

"Who is playing in front? How did you hear the sound of the bat?" Irie, who was walking, heard the sound of hitting the ball from the training ground in front of him, and asked curiously. It was almost ten o'clock, and there were still people so late. In practice, the rhythm of the clapping doesn't look like their high school students. Apart from their high school students, the U-17 training camp is only the group of junior high school students. Could it be that group of junior high school students?

Irie walked towards the training ground curiously. Before he got to the training ground, he saw tennis balls passing by on the court. His eyes fell on Guanyue who was hitting the ball with his racket. He said in surprise, "It turned out to be them."

Guanyue hit back suddenly, but Qianshi, who was falling, suddenly turned around, and the racket in his hand suddenly turned upwards, no more, no less, and the sideline of the racket happened to touch the tennis ball.

Snapped!

With a soft sound, the tennis ball instantly turned into a stream of light, crossed the net line and flew half-obliquely to watch the moon half of the court, while Qian Shi still kept turning and returning the ball.

"Pretty!"

Irie watched Qianshi's counterattack and couldn't help admiring, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, these little guys are not bad.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, Guanyue's return ball happened to hit the net. Seeing the ball not passing the net, Guanyue frowned slightly. Only Qian Shi could hit this kind of return ball.

"How does Guanyue-jun feel now? Is it a coincidence?"

"Coincidence? I don't think so." Guan Yue shrugged and said, he didn't think it was a coincidence.

It is very possible to meet this kind of return ball in the game. This is not an official game, but the occurrence of this kind of ball is probably not a coincidence. Even if it is a coincidence, it is deliberately created by the opponent, with the purpose of breaking down the inner line of defense.

Guanyue raised her head, slapped the tennis ball, looked at the opponent with a faint smile, and said: "Your selfless state is used to activate your mind and then interpret me during the game, so as to predict the result of this ball, yes How about this?"

"Huh? How did you know?" Qian Shi was startled. He, he actually knew that he had already tried his best to restrain the aura of selflessness. Guan Yue's words were tantamount to seeing through him directly, as if telepathic with him. After seeing his thoughts, it seemed that all his actions were within his expectations, so how would he play this game? Are all their statistic players so good?

Seeing his astonished expression, Guan Yue thought it was a bit funny, and then she paused before humming softly, "Hmm, why don't you think about what I saw through."

"Well, let me think about it..."

Being reminded by Guanyue, Qianshi frowned slightly, trying to recall what went wrong, recalling every detail of the previous game, but after thinking and thinking, he couldn't find where he was exposed Flaws, but if you think about it carefully, there seems to be something wrong.

Suddenly, Qianshi's pupils shrank suddenly. He remembered that when he showed his selflessness and interpreted Guanyue's next move, he clearly noticed that his smashing movement had changed. When he was supposed to smash, he suddenly chose to spin. The ball, and then he took the opportunity to play a side kick, but the opponent's reaction was so calm and natural that he even suspected that Guan Yue's data tennis was bluffing, and he had not collected his data.

But now that I think about it, it was abnormal when he changed to smash, and the delicate Qianshi instantly found the problem, and he didn't dare to take it lightly anymore.

Guanyue's few words before made him fall into the illusion of self-goodness. This defect is the most fatal in official competitions.

But it's not his fault, after all, Guanyue gave him only the impression of competitions and trials, but he has to say that Guanyue-jun's analysis is too accurate.

Although he does talk a lot sometimes, he basically hits the point, especially when reminding him before serving, the aura and strength he erupted almost made him suspect that he had not only learned the hard work, but also realized the brilliance of his talent.

But he is not sure, after all, except for the fact that he has seen the brilliance in the match between Sanada-kun and Tezuka-kun, he has not yet realized the talent, so it is also possible that he thought too much, and immediately categorically denied this in his heart. Thinking, if Guanyue-kun comprehended talent, wouldn't his strength be comparable to that of Tezuka-kun and the others, Qianshi shook his head, feeling unbelievable.

Guanyue looked at Qianshi's expression, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. He didn't know what Qianshi was thinking, but after the observation just now, he was keenly aware of the other's weaknesses.

He is just looking for the root cause and then prescribing the right medicine, so he was not surprised that his return ball fell through the net, and he didn't even use force when he returned it.

"Do you want to continue?" Guanyue looked at him and asked with raised eyebrows. They have only passed half the round now, and there is still half of the game.

"I won't come, I won't come." Qianshi shook his head, his data had been seen through by him, and if he continued to fight, the result would probably be unsatisfactory. After all, Guanyue Jun still has the dark night and two poles in his hand, which is useless, and the balance is enough. After half a game, wait for him to come again next time.

"Let's wait for the next half of the round. After playing for so long, we should go back. Go back and take a shower and have a good rest. We don't know what training will be waiting for us tomorrow." Qian Shi put away his racket and wiped it with a towel Sweat said that when it came to training, his mood was depressed a lot. Today's shuffle battle left a deep impression on their junior high school students.

Seeing him put away his racket, Guan Yue also put away his racket, looking at the quiet and vast training ground opposite, his eyes were deep, the night wind blew the hair on his forehead to cover the thoughts in his eyes, and he turned around after a while Come, say, "Let's go then."

As soon as they turned around and walked out of the training ground, they saw Irie Kanata. Guanyue looked at his smiling face and frowned slightly. How long has he been here?

"Good evening, both of you." Seeing their surprised looks, Irie greeted them with a slight smile.

Qianshi looked at Irie and waved his pat to him, saying hello with a smile, "Good evening, senior."

"Hello, senior."

"Seeing that there are still people in the training ground so late, I didn't expect it to be the two of you. Why didn't the game continue? The performance was very good. I hope you will perform like tonight. Remember to go back and take care of yourself Rest, training is still waiting for you tomorrow, good night, both of you."

"Good night, senior."

"Good night, senior."

Guanyue watched Irie leave, and frowned slightly. He was more worried about their next training after being told so much by Irie, and he didn't know how much Irie had seen in the match between him and Qianshi. Getting nervous about tomorrow's training.

Qian Shi looked at Irie's back and couldn't help sighing, "Senior Irie seems to be much easier to get along with than other high school seniors, don't you think so, Guanyue-kun?"

"Yeah." Guanyue agreed. Compared with other high school students who came to Irie more, he seemed approachable and easy to get along with, but he didn't believe that every time they met Irie, it was a coincidence. It is inevitable to fight against Irie and the others, and maybe it is possible to directly meet Irie Zaodo.

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